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Trite were the tale I tell of love and doom, (Whose life hath loved not, whose not mourned a tomb? ) But fiction draws a poetry from grief, As art its healing from the withered leaf.
Play thou, sweet Fancy, round the sombre truth, Crown the sad Genius ere it lower the torch! When death the altar and the victim youth, Flutes fill the air, and garlands deck the porch.